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get your fifty baskets? That still seems like a lot.”

      By asking for fifty picnic baskets for the auction, the Jasper Gulch Centennial Committee wanted to tie in with the World’s Largest Old Tyme Wedding scheduled for next month, where fifty couples would be exchanging vows.

      “We’re getting there. But a lot of people seem to want to make themed baskets, which helps.”

      “Are you making one? For that special someone?” Annette asked with a gleam in her dark eyes.

      Hannah’s thoughts slipped to Brody Harcourt, but she shook her head, flashing Annette a tight smile. “I’m making one, but just for the fund-raiser. Not anyone special.”

      “Of course. I forgot about David,” Annette said, sympathy lacing her voice. “I’m so sorry.” More people in town seemed to treat her with a type of deference. As if losing David exalted her to a position above any other widow in the town.

      Trouble was, Hannah had forgotten about David, too.

      “Anyhow, I hope the committee doesn’t get pulled into channeling the money from this fund-raiser to the museum.” Annette said. “I mean, we’ve had two big events already that brought people to town and more coming. Tony and I were talking about it last night. We both agree the bridge should be fixed. It would mean more opportunities for his vet business, as well. I wish people would stop living in the past and move on.” Annette shrugged, then slung her bright pink, oversize bag over her shoulder. “It’s time the people of Jasper Gulch realize we need more than one road in and out of this burg.”

      “You aren’t the first to make that comment.”

      “I know there are people who are spooked by the fact that Lucy’s car ran off the bridge and she died all those years ago. But that happened so long ago that it’s time for the town to move on,” Annette added with a toss of her streaked hair. “Anyway, I better get going. Tony and I are going out for dinner tonight. You make sure to pass the message on to Mayor Shaw, will you?”

      “I’ll let him know,” Hannah assured her.

      “And next time you have a couple of hours, come into the salon. I’ll fix you up real pretty,” Annette said.

      Hannah self-consciously lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. She knew she was overdue for a cut. The last time she had sat in a beauty salon had been the day of her wedding. And that was a hasty appointment almost two years ago. For the most part, she wore her hair long and pulled back, and trimmed it herself in the mirror. Much easier with her busy life. “Thanks, but—”

      “Some highlights and a bit of shaping would be perfect for you. You’d be adorable with bangs.” Annette pulled a card out of her capacious bag and set it on the counter. “I’ll even do it free. Anything for the wife of one of our brave soldiers.”

      Her sympathetic smile made Hannah even more self-conscious.

      She just returned Annette’s smile as the young woman tossed off a quick wave, then walked away. She reached for the heavy wooden door leading outside just as it swung open, sending in a shaft of afternoon sunlight into the main entrance of town hall.

      Annette fell back, her hand on her chest. “My goodness, Brody, you almost knocked me over.”

      Brody stepped into the entrance and tugged off his cowboy hat and Hannah felt that traitorous lift of her heart that accompanied thoughts of Brody.

      “Sorry, ma’am. In a bit of a hurry,” she heard Brody say.

      “Then I’ll let you get to it,” Annette said.

      Brody waited until the door fell shut behind Annette, then he strode over to the counter, his smile fading away as his booted feet echoed in the large atrium of the town hall. He wasn’t smiling as he had last week when he’d come here, which managed to ease the silly beatings of her lonely heart.

      “And what can I do for you, Mr. Harcourt?” she asked.

      “So we’re back to that again?” he said, his tone serious.

      She shrugged, pleased that she could hold his gaze. Not so pleased that she still felt that unwelcome flutter in her heart.

      Forget about it, Hannah reminded herself, glancing at the picture of the twins she had sitting on one corner of her desk. Beside it was a picture of David in his dress uniform.

      Seeing David’s picture was a gentle reminder and she pushed down her reaction to Brody, then turned back to him. “So what can I do for you?”

      “Those your kids?” Brody asked, pointing to the picture beside her computer.

      “Yes. Chrissy and Corey.”

      “Cute little munchkins. They must keep you busy.”

      His comment made her smile. “They do. But my parents help out a lot. My mother babysits every day I work.”

      Brody straightened, his hands resting on the counter. “Nice picture of David,” he said, effectively bringing her deceased husband into the moment, as well.

      David looked back at her, his expression serious, his dress uniform emphasizing his broad shoulders. She had gotten it only a few days ago from David’s mother. In memory of David’s birthday, she had told Hannah, giving her a hug of sympathy.

      Hannah had placed it on the desk, though every time she looked at it, David’s eyes seemed sadder and sadder.

      “Anyway, I came to check to see if you got us that corner booth like we talked about last week?”

      Hannah nodded. “I managed to talk the vet clinic into moving and they were happy to oblige once they knew the fire department was taking that space.” She gave him a careful smile. “They figured it would only enhance their traffic.”

      “I hope so.” Brody scratched the side of his head with a forefinger as if trying to draw out his next words. “Other reason I came was to talk about the job the committee wants us to take care of,” Brody said, all crisp, discreet and businesslike. “How do you think we should deal with Lilibeth?”

      “I’m not sure. Do you have any ideas?”

      Brody leaned his elbows on the counter, which only served to bring him closer to her.

      “I’m no detective, but I’m guessing we can start with talking to her, see if she knows anything.”

      “Which would give you the perfect opportunity to do what Abigail suggested?” Hannah asked, the faintly teasing comment slipping out of her.

      Brody’s eyes cut to her and then a lazy smile curved his mouth. “You mocking me, Mrs. Douglas?”

      Why had she given in to the impulse? Once upon a time she’d had a sense of humor. She hadn’t had much opportunity to use it for a while. But something about Brody seemed to tease it out of her.

      “She might be a tough nut to crack,” Hannah continued. “You could be like the...” She struggled to dredge up the term. Then she snapped her finger. “I know, the honey trap.”

      Brody’s smile deepened, which only served to make him look more attractive. “Thanks for your confidence in my abilities. I think I’ll stick with questions and answers.”

      Their eyes held a heartbeat longer than necessary and Hannah felt as if her chest was constricting. She yanked her attention back to the matter at hand. “Sure. We can do that. Meantime, I could try to find out more about the Miss Jasper Gulch contest. That might be a good reason to take her out. Tell her what I know.”

      “Sounds like a good plan.” Brody nodded as he turned his cowboy hat around in his hands. “Why don’t you make the arrangements and let me know. Things will be picking up on the ranch in a couple of weeks, so the sooner the better.”

      “Sure. I’ll call you.”

      “Do you have my cell phone number?”

      “No.

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